Whenever I go to parties with my parents, they always try to
set me up with their friends’ son—my childhood playmate. He’s weird, and I have
no interest in him. Just because we played house when we were 5, doesn’t mean I
have to like him.

Dave: Your parents probably think it would be cute for you
to have your childhood friend as a BF. But I’m sure if you nicely explain your
feelings, your folks would agree with you that playing house as kids means
little when it comes to having a real boyfriend.

Bill: This just shows why you should move every couple of
years—so you don’t have to hang with kids you knew when you were 5. And maybe
stop partying with your parents. In any event, one person’s weird guy is
another’s prince charming. Thank the ’rents for the suggestion. Tell your weird
friend you think he’s nice. Then get out!